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[obsessivevoidkitten]

These are all the things I want to grow and have the seeds for this year, though some things are missing from this list. I still need more soil, most of the produce goes to the senior center so if anyone wants to throw me 3 dollars for a bag of dirt it goes to a good cause, I also save seeds and distribute them to neighbors and some of the people at the senior center. This blog is my only income source as I am an unpaid live-in aide for an elderly woman. No pressure though. Also if anyone just wants to put gardening discussions in my inbox I am totally up for that!

Supernova sunchokes

Red pontiac potatoes, kennebec potatoes, lehigh potatoes, purple viking potatoes, red norland potatoes, also sweet potatoes

Brown sugar tomatoes, amish paste tomatoes, orange hat tomatoes, yellow stuffer tomatoes, yellow pear tomatoes, bosque blue bumblebee tomatoes, bonny best tomatoes, orange icicle tomatoes, sart roloise tomatoes, sweetheart cherry tomatoes, honeycomb tomatoes, barry's crazy cherry tomatoes, kentucky beefsteak tomatoes, and of course PRAIRIE FIRE TOMATOES

Corbaci peppers, ajvarski peppers, sugar rush peach peppers, albino bullnose peppers, binquinho peppers, lemon spice jalapeno peppers

Armenian yard long cucumbers, sumter cucumbers, bushcrop cucumbers, spacemaster 80 cucumbers, green apple cucumbers, lemon cucumbers, dragon's egg cucumbers, poona kheera cucumbers, pick a bushel cucumbers

Rosita eggplants, listda de gandia eggplants, shikou eggplants, casper eggplants

White soul alpine strawberries, seascape strawberries

Strawberry spinach, malabar spinach, thousand head kale, scarlet kale, blooming kale, orach, slobolt lettuce, merlot lettuce, bronze lettuce, buttercrunch lettuce, bibb lettuce, aqua large leaf watercress, swiss chard five color silverbeet

Moonshine sweet corn, glass gem corn, fiesta corn, Incredible R/M sweet corn

Great northern beans, dwarf taylor horticulture beans, jade II beans

Red burgundy okra, jing orange okra

Autumn buckskin pumpkins, long island cheese pumpkins, flat white boer pumpkins, seminole pumpkins, rouge vif d' etampes pumpkins

Gumball mix radishes, china rose radishes, de 18 jours radishes, golden helios radishes, purple plum radishes, diana hybrid radishes, pink dawn radishes

Chocolate cherry sunflowers, autumn beauty sunflowers, evening sunflowers, russian mammoth sunflowers, florenza sunflowers, lemon queen sunflowers

Peach melba nasturtiums, whirlybird nasturtiums, orchid flame nasturtiums, tip top alaska salmon nasturtiums, tip top rose nasturtiums

Gill's golden pippin squash, honeynut squash, candy roaster squash, delicata squash, early prolific straightneck squash

Jolly jester marigolds, mexican mint marigolds, safari scarlet marigolds, orange flame marigolds, colossus bicolor red gold marigolds

Purple coneflowers, black eyed susans, moss roses, coleus pinto mix

Double tall mix strawflowers, copper red strawflowers, king size orange strawflowers

Pampas plume celosias, eternity mix celosias

Desert king watermelons, lemon drop watermelons, royal golden watermelons, tigger melons, kajari melons, golden crispy melons, golden jenny melons

Purple dragon carrots, melbec carrots, uzbek gold carrots, koral carrots

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Figure Studies by Claudia Emerson

Housemother

This life began as mere employment, something that would pass; she had private joys then,

reasons to close her door. This is how she breathes now, moving sharklike through the halls' courses,

sensing the constant blood of wakefulness, girls' hands swimming—pale fish—into and out of tense

bodies held still as water dense with early blooming.

***

Funny Valentine

She had been a late and only child to parents already old and set; none of us had ever

wanted to go inside that hushed house and play with her, her room too neat, doll-crowded.

We did encourage her later, though, to enter the high school talent contest—after we'd heard

her singing My Funny Valentine in a stall in the girls' bathroom, reckoning the boys

would laugh, perhaps find us even prettier in comparison. Still, we would not have predicted

those wisteria-scaled walls, the one room we could see from the street with its windows

open year round so that greening vines entered and birds flew in and out—bad luck, we thought,

bad luck. By then we were members of the ladies' garden club, the condition of her house

and what had been its garden a monthly refreshment of disappointment, the most

delectable complaint her parents' last Coupe de Ville sinking in tangled orchard grass

and filled to the roof—plush front seat and rear— with paperbacks, fat, redundant romances

she had not quite thrown away—laughable, we laughed, unphotographable—with wild restraint.

***

Anorexic, Farmers' Market

All around her, we sounded melons, practiced at hearing what we couldn't see, pretending not

to notice when she stopped at the stall where the Amish displayed their loaves of zucchini and pumpkin bread,

hand-thick oatmeal cookies, pecan pies, all wrapped in plastic, airless, preserving.

Touching the invisible film, she looked as though she were trying to choose—or touch

some part of herself, her own skin paling, illusory, her hair falling water-thin

and colorless behind her. We had seen her denial before, backward hoarding,

the house emptied except the dark cellar where she'd put up the sterile breath of resolve

in jars, wax-sealed, ordered, a reversal that deliberate, and that much work.

We were relieved when she chose at last red bell peppers to weigh in the scale's basket

hung beneath its palsied needle, then counted exact change from her zippered purse. We watched

her leaving, disappearing behind a line of brightly painted gourds swinging, opened

and hollowed for birds to nest inside, perfect round mouths vine-chased, filled with wind.

***

Piano Fire

How she must have dreaded us and our sweaty coins, more than we hated practice, the lessons,

scales, the winter-hot parlor, arthritic hands, the metronome's tick. She lectured

to us about the history of the piano: baby and concert grand, spinet and player

had come across oceans in the holds of ships, across continents in mule-drawn wagons,

heavier than all the dead left behind. On her face we could see the worry: the struggle had come to this,

the black upright she had once loved haunting the room it could never leave. And her piano

was now one of a mute, discordant population doomed to oldfolks homes, bars, church basements,

poolhalls, funeral parlors—or more mercifully abandoned on back porches where at least

chickens could nest, or the cat have kittens. So when she could no longer play well enough

even to teach us, she hired some of the men to haul out and burn the piano in the field behind

the house. We watched the keys catch, furious, and all at once, heard in the fire a musiclike relief

when the several tons of tension let go, heat becoming wind on our faces. We learned that

when true ivory burns the flame is playful, quick, and green. And in the ash, last lessons:

the clawed brass feet we had never before noticed, the harp's confusion of wire, and the pedals we'd worn

thin, shaped like quenched-hard tongues—loud, soft, sustain. We waited with her until they were cool enough to touch.

***

Triptych, part 3: The Garden

She made her husband's dinner in the afternoon, then sealed it for him to warm up later while she gardened

well past dark. Used to it, he no longer complained. Every morning she let in the neighbor's gray cat;

she didn't know his name, had never fed him, but every day he returned, faithful, to spend

hours moving with the sun through her house in a drowsy migration. Sometimes he followed her into the garden,

would rub against her legs as though comforting her, as though he alone understood that every bulb she sank into this earth

was another stone sewn into the hem of her skirt.

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[jonkatzatbedlamfarm]

At Last, The Barn Regains It's Soul. Thanks, Melon.

The big plastic window on the barn – put in eight years ago when I wasn’t paying attention – is finally gone, Melon, our young Amish friend is replacing it with wood and also inserting an old farm window. I feel like the barn has regained it’s soul, that plastic has bothered me every time I see it. We’re going to paint it this weekend. I don’t take photos of Amish people any longer,  I sometimes…

[martyrbat]

the farmer a few blocks away likes me because i returned his lost dogs a coupon weeks back after feeding them so yesterday he gave me three watermelons for appreciation and because it's watermelon season again. three. full size, ripe gigantic watermelons

i sliced one already and the other is on my mothers counter because yea. but that still leaves another watermelon. so i walked down the street to the duplexes where that mother and her two kids live. the kids love me because i let them have a giant stick from my yard because they wanted to chase each other with it and like. yea okay sure. i made the mother soup when she was sick awhile back so we're not close but we talked a few times. i said hey i know this is kinda weird but i came into possession of three fucking watermelons so i was wondering if she would like it because i dont know who else to give it to

she LOVES watermelon apparently so now the milf called me a ‘sweet, beautiful young lady’ (i am not a lady and i think im kinda salty) but then she gave me fucking amish butter because her brother brought her some but apparently shes on a diet (heartbreaking news)

I DONT LIKE IT. im lactose and i just hate the taste of butter. i dont know who to give it to. today i gave it to the farmer who gave me three watermelons because i returned his dogs. he fucking loves the stuff and in return, despite my PASSIONATE insistence that that isnt necessary, HE GAVE ME TWO MORE WATERMELONS.

now, remember that i already sliced one up? remember that thrown away factoid when i didnt have 4 watermelons and a daydream of a milf to keep me occupied? i threw the rinds in the field near the woods that's behind my house because what else am i suppose to do with them. i have a pack of wild bunnies there now fucking chowing down. i already have had them be ballsy in not being skittish when i go outside and honestly its a little intimidating

but that makes me wonder if my pet possum would like watermelon because i have domesticated every single fucking wildlife that is in my backyard. she hangs out on my back porch and is my buddy. google vaguely says it's fine to give it to them in small qualities but im hesitant. i am losing my fucking mind with what to do with my four melons.

girl help i accidentally animal crossed myself

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Here are most of the plants we will be selling at the Pop-Up Porch Sale! We will have all of our books and zines and pin-back button and all of these little plants you can buy and take home for your own garden.

here's a link to the Facebook event

Follow the link to see detailed description of tomatoes and peppers.

Plant Sale:

Sunday May 1, 2022

11am to 6pm

5307 N Minnesota Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97217

Tomaotes

Burbank Slicing

Roma

Amish Paste

Chocolate Cherry

Red or Yellow Pear

OSU Blue

Cherokee Purple

Peppers

Papkrika (Feher Ozon Paprika)

Cayenne (Aci Sirvri)

Lipstick Pimento

Serrano

Anaheim

Aleppo

Charleston Hot Pepper

Sugar Rush Peach

Corno Di Toro

Vegetables

Kale-Nash’s Green Curly

Eggplant - black beauty

Squash - Acorn

Squash- Kabocha

Cucumber - Spacemaster

Cucumber-Lemon

Cucumber -Parisian

Kajari melon

Various Lettuces

Various Cabbages

Flowers & Herbs

Basil (Italian Genovese)

Cumin

Feverfew

Cilantro

Lemonbalm

Calendula

Motherwort

Parsley

Mugwort

Calendula

Mullein

Borage

Calry Sage

Catnip

[artificial-condition]

Went out to sow some seedlings and up pot what needed to be up potted and three hours later I have finally up potted all the tomatoes (except I ran out of soil on the last tomato so there’s two in one pot). I need to get more soil and labels, the ones in the video are dividing the varieties.

The first variety in the video is black strawberry, then Dr. Wyche, Amish Paste, Early Girl, Paul Robeson, and thorburn terracotta. I don’t know if it was just because they were the last ones I potted but thorburn terracotta separated very easily, especially for their size! Everything seems to be going well with that variety.

I started my plants only wanting four of each variety of tomato and peppers. As you can see, I have far surpassed that amount. I hope my grandpa and coworkers can use them, I’ll need to find many good homes for extras :)

If I have time tomorrow I’ll be up potting my remaining seedlings after a trip to the store as well as sowing cucumber, melon, and flower seeds. This greenhouse is going to be busting at the seams 🌱

(For reference, there are 83 plants I up potted tonight. I fully expect some to not survive or mature, but that is a far cry from the 20 plants I planned on having!)

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From Plastic To Wood And Window Sash. Good Riddance. It's In The Capable Hands Of Melon

I made two promises to myself this Spring. The First would be to find a way to get rid of that ugly plastic window on the side of the Pole Barn. Our young Amish friend Mehlon is working on it. I don’t recall how it happened, but I dislike it whenever I see it.  We have a very old house and barn, and a big plastic window doesn’t work here. My other project, launched tomorrow, will be to clean the…

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How do you take care of a watermelon plant? Keep the plants well-watered at all times, especially when flowering and fruiting, and feed weekly with a high potash liquid plant food once the first fruit has set. Pinch out the growing tips at the fifth leaf to encourage side shoots, which will bear the flowers.

The key to growing a successful crop of watermelons is heat. Don’t even start planting your melons until soil temperatures are above 70 degrees. They also like well-amended and very nutrient-rich soil. Working a generous amount of compost and composted manure into the soil before planting will set your watermelons up for success.

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In Lancaster, Pa., Horse Inn Is a Bar Destination for Modern Drinkers

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Horse Inn is the kind of tavern rarely seen in America’s major cities any more — and rarely seen in the smaller ones as well. A place that can act as an early evening restaurant for families and an all-hours “local” for, well, locals (they offer a clawfoot bathtub full of cheap, canned “mystery” beers at the front bar), as well as an elevated lounge for cocktail enthusiasts and late-night whiskey snobs. You can buy a $27 Glencairn of Thomas H. Handy rye or play a game of quarter foosball if you want. Like most bars in the world, it is also a tavern whose insides haven’t been seen by any drinkers whatsoever for most of 2020 and early ‘21.

Almost immediately during that first weekend of Northeast lockdown in mid-March 2020, Horse Inn had shifted to curbside pickup. By late spring, it was selling bottled cocktails like Old Fashioneds and its Saving Grace, made with vodka, pomegranate, and lavender. Nothing revolutionary, of course, and surely not why it merits our bar program of the year.

As used to dining outdoors or bringing burgers and beers back home as we all have become, a recently reopened Horse Inn reminds you why we like to go out in the first place. Located in lovely Lancaster, Pa. — a somehow still-underrated gem just 90 minutes from Philly and Baltimore, or three hours from New York — the dark, atmospheric, two-story venue is one of the city’s oldest continually operating restaurants, dating back to Prohibition.

The second floor, where all the action happens today (are there really this many hip people living in Lancaster?!), is the site of a former hayloft. The high-backed booths — literally reclaimed horse stalls — are perfect for hiding the diners from the drinkers at the 1800s-era wooden bar, sitting atop barstools that were once Conestoga wagon wheels.

Chef and co-owner Matt Russell (the fourth owner of Horse Inn, along with his wife Starla Lane Russell) made his bones sous-ing for Sean Brock at McCrady’s in Charleston and, not surprisingly, Horse Inn offers pub grub par excellence. Go for the tips ‘n’ toast, don’t skip the hot wings or shrimp and grits, and be prepared to have some of the best produce a bar has ever served you — things like warm-roasted squash and eggplant and sauteed kalettes, often sourced from nearby Amish farmers. But you can have just as much fun simply drinking.

Always laid back, crank up your own personal pretensions however flush you’re feeling, opting for a cold pull of $3 Yuengling or a craft cocktail that could easily stack up with the best offerings in Manhattan, San Francisco, or London. These are not simply sugary crowd-pleasers; many drinks toy with an unexpected tartness, herbaceousness, and/or savoriness.

Like Russell’s dishes, head bartender Andrew Burton’s cocktails are inspired by the incredible produce from the area. Late spring brought HAL 9000, a milk punch utilizing seasonal strawberries. When it got hot, Burton offered a frozen Summer Melon Marg, made with Lapp Family Farm’s floral cantaloupe blended with tequila and Manzanilla sherry. The Tejuino-esque Mas Maiz features corn cob-infused tequila, fermented corn, and Demerara syrup, along with chipotle bitters, smoked salt, and a mezcal rinse. Starla explains that new cocktails come on the menu so fast these days, the change from tangible menus to QR codes has sure saved a lot of paper.

Horse Inn likewise has a deep whiskey lineup that will please the most tuned-in neat sippers. Yes, there’s the requisite unicorn bottles like Old Forester Birthday Bourbon and Pappy Van Winkle, though better to opt for Horse Inn’s own private barrel of 13-year-old Weller, a steal at $14 a pour. Just be sure to make a reservation, as the first-come-first-serve system that used to elicit long lines every single night had to be scrapped in the age of Covid.

“Our vision was to make going out special again,” says Starla. “We wanted it to be a three-hour event. We wanted people to come inside and forget about the troubles of the day and relax and let us show them a great time.”

The article In Lancaster, Pa., Horse Inn Is a Bar Destination for Modern Drinkers appeared first on VinePair.

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[brucestambaughsblog]

Grains of Summer.

By Bruce Stambaugh

With all of its positive and pleasant attributes, summer makes it hard to be humble.

We all want to get out and take full advantage of the sunny days filled with warmer temperatures and a wide variety of activities. We fling ourselves full force into each day whether it’s for work or for play. We want to drink in every drop of sunshine, warmth, and blue skies, from dawn to dusk.

At the beach.

Toddlers, children, and teens fill the local swimming pools, both public and backyard venues, while adults keep watchful eyes on the less careful youth. Construction workers bask in the fair weather, narrowing four lanes to one with an arsenal of orange barrels.

Lawnmowers hum morning, noon, and evening throughout global neighborhoods. Contractors and excavators work sunup to sundown. Farmers are in their glory, beginning to harvest the fruits of their labor.

In many places, the corn reached far beyond knee-high-by-the-Fourth-of-July standards. In others, stalks stood only inches tall, drowned out by the super wet spring and early summer rains.

Amber waves of grain really did roll in the wind until giant combines gobbled them up or they formed rows of shocks like so many soldiers standing guard in Amish-owned fields.

Summer, however, has other, more drastic ways to get our attention with her weapons. Summer can humble us lowly humans in many ways. Think floods, wildfires, tornadoes, droughts, golf ball-sized hail, record heat and humidity.

No matter our stature or station in life, we all succumb to those prevailing conditions. Summer humbles us.

For those unfamiliar with E.B. White’s beloved children’s classic “Charlotte’s Web,” humility played a major role in the book’s plot and dialogue. The spider Charlotte wove “Humble” into the web that served to save the life of the precocious pig Wilbur. She wanted a word that meant “not proud” as Wilbur’s crowning characteristic.

But humility has a second meaning beyond the social one. Humble implies a willingness to learn, and thankfully summer has much to teach us. The lessons are all around us in a more pleasing, useful, and beautiful form than what disasters wrought.

Vegetable gardens and truck patches team with all sorts of goodies that nurture us. Tasty homegrown sweet corn, luscious red tomatoes, green, red, and yellow peppers, and tangles of zucchini are just a few examples.

Roadside produce stands and supermarkets tempt us with juicy peaches and vine-ripened melons. Generations ago indigenous Americans taught us to plant, tend, and harvest these marvels.

For those non-gardeners among us, we sniff and thump and feel and taste to select the best of the bunch like our parents and grandparents did. The poor fruits and veggies pay the ultimate price.

Please click on the photos to enlarge them.

Does and fawns.

Rose Campions.

The neighbor’s flowers.

Amber waves of grain.

Home delivery.

Purple Coneflowers.

Flower gardens are peaking with hollyhocks and zinnias and cultivated flowers, too. Leafy hardwoods provide shade and refreshing coolness from the oppressive summer heat for humans and critters alike.

Wildflowers and wildlife, too, show their stuff. Dainty spotted fawns venture out on their own while mom watches from more secluded spaces. Parent bluebirds and house wrens ferry insects, worms, and berries to their youngsters nearly as big as the adult birds.

Families crowd beaches and climb mountains on vacations, exploring new venues or returning to old haunts discovered by previous generations.

Where is humility in all of this? Using the educational definition, it’s merely a reminder of the responsibility of the created to care for the creation. That is about as humbled as we can get.

Summer landscape.

© Bruce Stambaugh 2018

Summer is a humbling time By Bruce Stambaugh With all of its positive and pleasant attributes, summer makes it hard to be humble.

[sienna27]

TWD Spoilers - Some Guy (8x04)

You know the drill, and again we are mostly in bullet form :)  

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They sucked me back in tonight, because God damn the show was GOOD!   Genuinely, good.  Not just parts of it :) 

The opening where E walks in to wash his face, and fix his dreads, I was really hoping that was going to be a backstory scene from like 1992 where he just always dressed like that 😂

But seriously, watching him pull himself together and seeing that he KNOWS he’s playing the part of the King, and how important it is that he plays it well, was an important scene.  Especially obviously for what came later when he just fell apart.

Having already seen that Lady Kingdom fighter get mowed down last seek, watching her in the flashback tucking her son’s flowers into her armor was heartbreaking.  Khary’s comments on Talking Dead about how he didn’t want to call the Kingdom subjects ‘extras’ because they really COMMITTED to making this community seem real, was dead on.  Making these deaths a genuine tragedy, was a joint effort.

I allowed E one more big speech to open because, well, he won’t be ra ra’ing for awhile yet after this one.  And that was a beautiful cut of them all huddled together with fists raised at the Kingdom, and then the pile of bloodied bodies in the field. I’ve said before, props to TPTB when they do things well, and that was so good.

Jeffrey Dahmer took E hostage.  That was just embarrassing Your Majesty.  That guy was good actor though because you really did just want to punch him over and over in his smarmy little face.  Especially when he was painting the blood on E’s face.  That was genuinely humiliating, but then Jerry came through in the clutch!  Though bummer his battleaxe got destroyed on its first big outing! :(

Carol.  Perfect.  Again, saves herself, but the day too.  But what's so awesome about Carol is that she isn't just 'kickass,' she lives because she's SMART!  It sounds corny yes, but her brain has always been shown to be her best weapon, and that makes her more of a heroic character than if she just mindlessly killed the bad guys.  When she was trapped in the little room you’re thinking, ‘okay so she’ll maybe pop up and take them by surprise or maybe she stays low and takes them out at the knees,’ nope.  Climbs into the ceiling, waits until they’re lined up like pretty maidens all in a row . . . mows them down with not one wasted bullet.  Then jumps down and two quick shots to finish them off.  Who else but Carol would have played that moment, that way?  Nobody.  Because then again, trapped out in the parking lot and you can see she strategized herself ALIVE!    Watching her eyes taking in everything around her like ‘what can I use, what can I use, what can I use,’ THIS is the kind of female character that we should have everywhere.  Someone who knows how to save herself.

The flashback scene with E and Carol when she’s trying to figure out if he’s even up to this, and he asks if she had decided to be brave or if she just always was, and she says, “I decided, just like you . .  but life decided some things too.”  Really good stuff.  Hearkening back to Sophia’s loss and all the choices she had to make at the prison, and how she’s had to kill so many people to save so few, without her actually sharing any of her past.   She was right to question him though about his readiness because he really wasn’t ready.  I don’t necessarily ‘blame’ him for all of those deaths (that was a TD question and most people didn’t) but Carol didn’t die with the rest of them because she wasn’t standing there WITH them.  She said we need to go check those building, because WHY THE FUCK WOULDN’T YOU CHECK THE BUILDINGS?!   It was a huge compound, and you were all standing out in the open, because E was like ‘yeah, we got here, we did it,’ even though last episode he was the one who mentioned that there was probably another portion of that Savior garrison out there.  Dude, did you forget?!  Again not that he fucked up, but just that he’s not battle tested.  He’s not a field guy.  He’s the figurehead to keep everyone’s spirits up.  Or at least he was.  He’s kind of broken right now :(

Also, side note, the only reason they’d killed so many of that Savior garrison to start, was because Carol came up with the plan to prevent their group from being slaughtered out in the woods.  So yet another HUGE swath of people who only lived as long as they did, because of her.

Couldn’t watch Shiva die.  I had to look away because I can’t even watch CGI cats be slaughtered.  Same with every horse that’s ever been on the show.  And then poor Tabitha.  #RIP

Quote from E:  “I’m not your king, I’m just some guy.”  Khary was AMAZING tonight.  Like out of the park, amazing.  It was definitely his episode and he carried it.  This is the thing about expanding their universe, some elements do work.  The Kingdom works.  When it’s a Kingdom episode I’m not getting distracted, going on twitter or futzing around on Tumblr, I am WATCHING the show.  They honestly should have won an Emmy for the melon episode last season, and the only main cast member with any real airtime in that one was Lennie.  But watching things happen in The Kingdom I’m not missing (as much) other cast members who aren’t getting their airtime.  Or at least I’m not pissed about it like an Oceanside (wasting my time) or the weeks when it’s a Hilltop focused episode and it honest to God just feels like I’m mostly watching filler.  There’s nobody (NOBODY, yes I mean “him” too) in that group where I give a crap whether they live or die.  I feel no connection to any of those characters.   It’s weird how little they resonate with me and I don’t know why that is, because if it was truly just the ‘annoyance’ that so and so isn’t on the screen and these people are, hey I could feel that all the way through The Kingdom episodes too . . . but I don’t.  I just want Maggie to move back home to Alexandria and hell she can run the place if she wants because Rick said he’s cool with that, but whatever, I just need the little Amish community to fade off.  And I understand that the Kingdom fighters being slaughtered was important for E’s character growth, and that there needed to be this major setback to show that this won’t be an easy war to win, but I’m honestly more bummed that this means the Hilltop people CAN’T die!  They can’t go away for awhile yet because if they do, then we’ll be out of fighters and we lose the war.  So now I have to resign myself to them getting more airtime.  It’s the only negative I’ll give this episode :)

Yes to the Rickyl!  It was almost a cameo of the guys, but they made the most of it.  Kind of like carrying the baton on from Carol’s last scene.

Off topic from the episode itself, it is cool that two of the commercials they ran tonight were for Jon Bernthal and Sarah Wayne Callie’s current projects.  It’s smart marketing for those other shows to come back to their built in audience that CATAPULTED them out into a higher plane in the business.

Finally to the Caryl!  Carol smiling when she hears the motorcycle 💕  I was hoping with our five full minutes of show time left that we could have had another reunion hug (the guys pick up the guns, head back to see what all the gunfire was about at the compound was a way to go) but no, we just got the roar of the engine, and Carol’s happiness at knowing her man was still alive, and about to save the day :)  Once more, please note the JOYOUSNESS of that smile, just for hearing his BIKE, versus the one that E got live and in person, last week.  No contest, kids, no contest ✌️😊

Until next time!

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[stevedonnellyfaith-blog]

The Gift of Laughter (Post 85) 4-22-15)

                        Natalie came back from PSR with a story last Sunday.  I am not sure what the letters PSR mean but the class is the rebranded version of CCD that Natalie attends each Sunday morning at  Holy Family parish  in Stow, Ohio where my mother has been taking my daughter this last year. It is a good parish and the program has been keeping Natalie in touch with her Catholic faith in my absence. As with many of her stories, dissecting Natalie’s most recent tale was like deciphering hieroglyphs.

Natalie told me that the teacher had brought her class to Eucharistic Adoration so they would all know that Jesus was available to them at any time – Holy Family has perpetual adoration.  A trip to an adoration chapel is not a new experience for Natalie as she and I used to visit Jesus for a short time each Friday evening before we celebrated the end of another week at Pizazz for Frozen Yogurt. She said that she and a friend in the class has taken a book to look at from the shelf of inspirational material inside the chapel and began to page through it as they passed their time with Jesus.  

Natalie told me that the two of them had made a horribly wrong selection from the mini library as their choice tome was filled with gruesome pictures depicting the Passion in gory detail.  She explained that Adoration has always been a peaceful if slightly boring experience for her but this time the book made her short period of contemplative time more like visiting a crime scene.  Note- Natalie didn’t actually confess to being bored in Adoration but the fidgeting and gratuitous trips to the restroom is evidence against her. Anyway, she described the book as “freaky.”  When asked by her teacher back in the classroom what they had learned from their experience, Natalie responded, “don’t read the bloody book.”

I was unable to ascertain from interrogating Natalie the exact identity of the bloody book.  I had my suspicions but couldn’t confirm them for sure.  I was happy to discover that the bloody book was not the Bible, but a ten year old is tough to successfully quiz about theological literature.  To answer the riddle definitively, Natalie and I decided to resume our dormant tradition and begin visiting Jesus each Friday evening as we used to in Brentwood.  Because Pizazz is not evidently a national chain, my father recommended another FroYo joint called Sweet Frog that is right up the street from the parish.

So we went together last Friday.  It was good just to be doing something familiar.  Although the setting, circumstance, and faces were different, it made me feel grounded and comfortable to be doing something that Natalie and I had used to do together before our year apart began with Nick’s cancer diagnosis.  As we entered the chapel, Natalie turned aside momentarily for something and when I sat down in my seat she dropped the bloody book in my lap.  As I suspected, it was a pictography of Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ.  Quite a different reading category from the Captain Underpants and Bunnicula section where Natalie usually browses.

I cracked a smile thinking about the likely bewildered reaction from my daughter’s PSR teacher.  Natalie has been instructing me to smile more.  The surroundings here are conducive.  Certainly, I still worry some, but I also have been able to relax and be at peace more often than I have been able in a long while.  The presence of my brother Sean and my parents has reduced my ambient level of stress.  My mom usually has a puzzle set up on the dining room table that we only use for eating during two meals a year.  My dad and brother are always ready to whittle away an hour or two with me watching any available sporting event during which they pepper the experience with jokes and observations from the last forty-five years of their Ohio life.

We are dedicated fans of Ohio State football but not as enthusiastic as the 99,300 zealots that bought $5 tickets for the privilege of sitting on the hard metal seats of Ohio Stadium to view a spring practice intramural extravaganza bedecked in extraneous hoopla.  Instead we just taped the carnival masquerading as a serious football game and watched every play from scrimmage and every sideshow folly at least twice.  We sampled the circle challenge, the push-up contest and the half-time quarterback throw-off all with equal relish.  Mostly we swapped jokes and enjoyed each other’s good company.  During the game Natalie didn’t have to remind me to smile.

There was a flash thunderstorm this Sunday morning while I was resting peacefully on a recliner in my parent’s sunroom.  What had before been a sunny morning in a matter of minutes turned dark and rumbly while rain pelted down on the skylight above me.  Soon hail pellets were ricocheting about the back deck leaving an intermittent covering like a dusting of confectioner’s sugar.  It couldn’t have been a more thorough rendition of a Mid-Western spring day unless an Amish buggy had pulled into the driveway and disgorged John Mellancamp, who brandished an acoustic guitar and belted out a chorus of Jack and Diane.  I felt at peace.

But still oddly no laughter.  The smile is there more often, but true laughter eludes me. I remember laughing once with my older brother Jim and a coworker named Biscuit because we had eaten too much watermelon for no good reason.  The laughing fit was truly a bad idea.  Once you have eaten so much water melon that your sides ache, it is best to not realize just how stupid you have been to eat far too much watermelon and to discover that your predicament is actually sort of hilarious.

Although true hilarity still eludes me, I am quite thankful for the restoration of peace that God has afforded me.  Natalie makes me smile and probably does enough laughing on her own to make up for my excessive subdued sobriety.  I remember the days two years ago when her tears came again and again, sometimes with an hour in between, but often a quarter hour of distraction was all that she could muster between the sobs and the questions for which I had no good answers.  Tonight, instead, I watched her shadow box her man mountain of a grandfather as they cut up over some feigned disagreement.  I smiled at their silliness.  My cup has been poured full of joy and peace.  

It will be interesting to see what new level of happiness ensues once the last two prodigals Donnelly folk return from west of the Mississippi. I doubt that the fatted calf will be slaughtered, but there is a Steak and Shake right around the corner.

[autumnstaehyung]

tag!!

I was tagged by the lovely @ohmyminkus !!
RULES: Answer 20 questions ten tag 20 ppl. Nickname: ami, mishu, mish, mtf, melon(??), amish the kische, ami the tsunami Zodiac: Virgo!! But I relate way more to Leo (and that's my moon sign so) Height: 5'3 rip Last thing I Googled: “peter and gwen" lmao Favorite music artist: ONE DIRECTION (more specifically Niall!!) (I love all of them tho) (harry would probably be second), trOYE sivan my bb, 5sos (more old 5sos tho??), ed sheeran!! Last movie I saw: the amazing spider-man What am I wearing right now: pj's!! Why did I choose my URL: i love my babies westallen!! and iris is my queen so Do I have any other blogs: @virgogalaxy What did your last relationship teach you: im currently in my first one?? but like it's taught me that the right person shows that they care and you shouldn't need to chase after them Religious or spiritual: idk tbh Favorite color: purple!!!!!! Average hours of sleep: like 1-3 lmao I'm not healthy Lucky number: 26 Favorite characters: there's too many but some of my faves: barry allen, iris west, cisco ramon, hr wells, farkle minkus, riley matthews, zay babineaux, jughead jones, betty cooper, issa smackle, newt, minho, levi, cath, day, june, hermione granger, hagrid, barney stinson, marshall eriksen, any himym character honestly, augustus waters, stiles stilinski, allison argent, scott mccall, lydia martin, aaaand that's too many so I'll stop there How many blankets do I sleep with: 2 Dream job: a successful author!! and just kinda traveling around the world and writing lol I tag: anyone who wants to do it but specifically @allisonxscott ❤️❤️